>>5745121>>5745098>>5744572It takes only a few minutes for you to get ready, and soon you are alone, sneaking out of the Slytherin Common Room under the strongest Disillusionment charm the three of you could cast. You carefully make your way through the dark school, dodging the ghosts and the eventual prefect. Up stairs, through corridors, up some more moving stairs and corridors, almost getting lost because the castle looks completely different at night then, finally, past the potions classroom, into the Central Hall and the Library.
Even more carefully now, you make your way past the rows of books, the wood creaking beneath your feet, your legs screaming at you from being half crouched for so long. Was there an Easy-crouching Potion? There <span class="mu-i">had</span> to be, right? The games you played in your muggle home all had their protagonists crouching for hours, it couldn’t possibly be that difficult.
You file the thought away for now, as the Restricted Session comes into view, the door closed by a simple latch. You <span class="mu-i">had</span> tried to unlatch it once before in your third year (at least half of Slytherin and Ravenclaw had, really) and it had resulted in a large wailing coming from the door and you being launched at Mach 3 through the library, but now…
<span class="mu-i">*Click*</span>
Oh, fuck yes.
You sneak past the door with an evil grin, the sheer potential of the knowledge you could put your hands on flying through your mind. <span class="mu-i">Moste Potente Potions</span>, perhaps? <span class="mu-i">Fifteenth-Century Fiends</span> for Raven? <span class="mu-i">Stars in the Dark</span> for Taylor? Or perhaps-
You see a flicker of light coming from a corner ahead and freeze.
You are not alone here.
Crap.
“Merlin’s balls, why is ancient sanskrit so bloody difficult!” You hear a feminine voice groan over the sound of pages being flipped.
> Sneak closer to discover who’s there> Go try to find your own books, ignore the stranger> Leave, you don’t want to risk being caught 